Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.